“every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers…’grow, grow’.” (the Talmud)

All around…little signs of spring here are, well, springing up hither and yon.  (So trite, I know, what can I say?)

But seriously, the grass seems to be growing in front of our eyes.  It’s beautiful.

And!!!  And…the spots of bare dirt thrown up from below by those pesky damn voles/moles/pocket gophers/RODENTS last year actually have little blades of grass poking through.  I’m doing a lot of whispering to these little blades.

The flower garden in front however is another story.  Not so pretty.  In fact, right smack dab in the middle is one of those small piles of freshly thrown up (from below) dirt in a little mound.  Bastards.  I’ll get you yet my little pretties.    I just have to figure out how.   I don’t have an army of flying monkeys to sit out there and pounce.    Hmmm….how can I get an army of flying monkeys?  Things to ponder when I really don’t have much time to do so.

It’s also raining…thank goodness.  Probably not enough though.  I just heard on the radio that we don’t have nearly enough moisture this year to make a difference in the drought.  Even though the last few storms increased the snowpack level, the runoff won’t be enough to make a difference as the ground is simply absorbing all the moisture.  And the runoff is what allows the irrigation, etc.    And they’re predicting a hotter than normal summer here.  Bummer dude.  Seems we’re not out of the woods just yet.

In Star Wars speak (which is common around here lately)…I have a bad feeling about this.

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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